the practicality
a cigarette espersso
to deliver morning’s desire;
the aching of the ignorance,
the death of my demise.
at which point is repetition a crime?
is there an end to all of this,
or are we all just heading straight
for our inevitable self-destruction?
it may be so that we suffer only
when we fail to meet expectations
which are only possible in theory;
the practicality of life differs.
©LukaKorba
With love,
Luka.